Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

"Honey, how's the little turtle? Is everything going smoothly?"

"We just saw it yesterday. Didn't they sign up? You're so concerned, why don't you go yourself?" The Nether Serpent hissed softly, with a hint of dissatisfaction, and lightly tapped its tail.

"The turtle doesn't want to move." Gui Ze half-closed his eyes, lazily lying on a huge rock, his limbs outstretched, the whole turtle looking like a piece of dark green amber melted by the sun.

His voice was slow and leisurely, with a hint of languor and a touch of self-righteousness in his pronunciation.

The sun shines brightly here, the sea breeze is gentle, and golden sunlight spills onto the sea, breaking into countless shimmering scales.

The distant waves gently lapped against the rocks, making a rhythmic splashing sound.

Kamezawa stretched out his limbs, enjoying the sunbathing, his neck lazily protruding and resting on a warm stone.

He was surrounded by a group of people who were massaging his back with professional technique and respectful attitude.

"Hmm, that's good strength! A reward is due!"

Gui Ze let out a comfortable hum, spat out a piece of seabed spirit stone from his mouth, and gave it as a reward to the most skilled back-rubbing master.

The spirit stone is a deep, clear blue color, with light blue flowing inside like surging tides; it is clearly a top-grade stone.

Amidst the other party's excited thanks, Kameze waved its paw, signaling to continue, and let out a contented gurgling sound from its throat, the entire turtle melting into the scene.

……

Not far from the sea, several figures huddled together, whispering to each other.

"Boss, this turtle is really generous. He's paying us to be his sparring partners."

The young spirit master muttered to himself, glancing back at the giant tortoise still enjoying a back rub, his gaze complex.

"We still have no clue how to get a life-saving shell molt, and we don't know what this turtle wants at all."

The other person sighed and scratched his head with a worried expression.

The speaker paused, not uttering the second half of his sentence.

This turtle is so laid-back. All it does every day is eat and sleep, and occasionally it goes for a swim in the sea. It's just like a retired old cadre.

If it weren't for a fellow turtle keeper's quick thinking and tentative suggestion of a back-rubbing service, we still wouldn't have been able to uncover any of this old man's needs.

"Further exploration is permitted. You may gather all the spirit masters who have contracted with tortoise-type spirit beasts to brainstorm ideas."

Yan Tuo, who had taken time out of his busy schedule to learn about the progress, said in a deep voice, his gaze unfathomable.

This may sound absurd at first glance, but if you rephrase it as "preliminary work for the establishment of friendly diplomatic relations between maritime powers," then there is no problem at all.

At least when Qin Ming received the notification, he had no doubts whatsoever, and even felt excited as if he were attending an alternate-world version of a turtle-raising forum.

When he arrived at the meeting point with Little Fatty, there were already quite a few people gathered on the beach.

The sea breeze carried a salty, damp scent. Qin Ming looked around and noticed that everyone's spirit turtles had their own unique characteristics.

There are black-shelled turtles with shells as black as ink, turtles with patterns on their backs resembling the Bagua (Eight Trigrams), and golden coin turtles with golden bodies. They come in all sizes and shapes, making it seem like a fair of magical turtles.

"Your cat has such great coloration and is in excellent condition! How did you raise it? Let's add each other on WeChat and exchange tips!"

A young man dressed in a blue robe approached enthusiastically, holding a jade turtle with a green shell in his arms. The patterns on the turtle's back were layered, like undulating mountains and rivers.

"Of course, of course! Your turtle shell patterns are distinct and your spirit is captivating; you're quite the expert!"

The other person held a jade turtle. The turtle's shell was as smooth and warm as mutton fat jade, and its spiritual energy was contained within. It was obvious that it had been cultivated at a great cost.

Qin Ming squeezed through, wanting to join in the fun. He was holding the little chubby turtle in his hand and was about to exchange a few words with the person next to him when the person saw the turtle in his hand. He froze for a few seconds, and his expression visibly stiffened.

After a two-second silence, the man managed to squeeze out, "Your dog... is really... plump and round!"

"That's right, that's right, he looks so blessed!" The person next to him quickly chimed in, his smile full of polite embarrassment.

Qin Ming: "..."

What weighed more heavily than the chubby little toy in his hand was his mood.

He glanced down at Little Fatty, who was clearly different from the armored spirit turtle on the field. In fact, there were no creatures of the same type.

Qin Ming sighed. He walked around the crowd and realized that the resource suggestions these people offered were really ordinary: the spirit-gathering array stones he had modified before, the seaweed essence that had been replaced...

In addition, since Xiao Pang couldn't find any friends, he even regretted coming to this exchange meeting.

Just then, Little Fatty suddenly shouted, "Boss, that turtle over there looks just like me!"

Qin Ming: ?

He followed the chubby boy's gaze and his pupils suddenly contracted.

It really does look like it.

Not far away, a cute little tortoise was basking in the sun on a flat rock, its limbs outstretched in the same posture as Little Fatty's, and even the patterns on its shell were strikingly similar.

The only difference was that the turtle was a size bigger than Little Fatty, and its aura was more composed, like an adult version of Little Fatty.

Little Fatty excitedly jumped up from Qin Ming's arms, his four short legs flapping rapidly.

Qin Ming quickly followed, and casually pocketed a few more fresh array crystals for the child.

Little Fatty was unusually generous with his sharing.

After a moment, Qin Ming looked at the slowly appearing panel information and fell silent.

【Name】: Thousand-Armor Turtle (Clone + Mimicry)

[Attribute]: Ocean

[Racial Ranking]: ?

[Note]: This is not the original body, but an avatar formed by the spiritual power of the ancient Ten Thousand Armored Turtle. The Ten Thousand Armored Turtle was born at the beginning of chaos, its armor bearing the number of heaven and earth…

Given that when mimicry skills are used skillfully, the proportions of the body can be adjusted at will, is the current form still realistic?

Qin Ming: "..."

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P.S.: I'm leaving now, I'm going to be late!